For almost four weeks after my initial encounter with Tony, he ignores me. He comes by the site to do his usual work and wears his usual smile and makes his usual comments. He brings Christmas chocolates to the office staff and some kind of edible arrangement to Jamie the owner. But he doesn't acknowledge me. Nothing in his demeanor suggests that he'd fucked me or that he wanted to do it again.
I begin to worry that I had been a bad fuck.
But on the last office work day before Christmas, I'm proven wrong.
The yard is already closed. All the truck drivers have been sent home. Two of the accountants have taken a vacation day. Another has already left. Our HR manager has also taken a vacation day which leaves the office quiet and virtually empty.
At four, an hour before closing, Jamie calls me back to his office.
Today, I'm wearing a simple sheath dress. Navy blue, ends just above my knee, cinched at the waist with a wide, red leather belt to add color. Black heels that I only wear because most of my job requires me to sit. The kind of heels made to look sexy, not made to walk in.
I enter Jamie's large office at the end of the right wing hallway and see Tony lounging in one of the high-backed chairs that sit in front the massive oak desk. My heart lodges in my throat at the gleam in his eye.
"Christina, do come in. Shut the door behind you please," Jamie says, gesturing me into the room.
I do as I'm asked and sit in the other high-backed chair, perching on the edge a little uneasily. Jamie always tended to make me nervous. His moods were often extreme and unpredictable. But being in the room with Jamie and Tony had a flush creeping up my arms and anticipation knotting in my stomach.
"I have been going over your annual review and wanted to discuss a few things with you," Jamie begins. Tony shifts so he can watch me, his face unreadable.
"First, I would like to say that your review was impressive. High marks from your direct supervisor. But, more importantly, I receive many compliments from our clients about you. They are always impressed by the smiling, sweet receptionist I have."
I blink. Praise from Jamie was almost unheard of. "Th-thank you," I stutter, a little thrown off stride.
"And no one has been more impressed by you than Tony here. He tells me you have been most accommodating," Jamie continues. I can't tell for sure, but I think there is a slight undercurrent in his tone. Like he knows what Tony did to me. Like he approves.
Tony grins. "That's right Christina. I always enjoy coming out here when your beautiful, smiling face greets me."
A wave of relief surges through me. I still have my Master's approval.
"Effective January first, you'll be getting a 5% raise," Jamie explained. My mouth dropped open. I tried to say thank you but Jamie held up a hand. "On one condition."
The relief I'd felt moments before changes to something heavier. Closer to fear.
"I was just telling Jamie about Black Friday when I dropped by to see you," Tony says. I look at him, eyes wide. "And I've agreed to share my little slut. See, Jamie has been a good friend for many, many years and I'd like to really give him something special this year."
I look between the two men, breathing heavily. I've never been in a threesome before. My throat constricts and uncertainty fills my chest. "I don't ... I mean..." I don't really know what I am trying to say.
But Tony stands, his presence large and dominating above me. "You don't have a choice whore. Tonight, we share you. Stand," he commands. Jamie sits back in his desk chair with a satisfied smirk.
I rise unsteadily to my feet. Despite my uncertainty, a twinge of arousal settles in my pussy.
Tony reaches for me, unbuckling my belt before turning me around. His hand brushes my hair gently over my shoulder as he begins to unzip my dress. He pushes it off, letting it fall deftly to the floor.
I stand before both men in a matching black lace bra and thong set. I want to cover myself, but i keep my arms at my sides.
Tony laughs. "I see you're wearing underwear today slut," he says just before swatting my ass cheek. The slap stings but startles me more than anything. "Now, go to Jamie. Do as he says. Understand?"
I nod weakly. "Yes," I whisper.
Tony slaps my ass again. Harder this time. I yelp. "Yes, SIR!"
"Good girl. Go."
I move around the desk and stand in front of Jamie. He reaches a hand up to grip my left breast. He squeezes painfully.
"Good god, Christina. I didn't know you hid such a killer body," he says, admiring my flat abdomen and long legs. He keeps one hand on my breast as he moves the other hand between my thighs, trailing up. He leans forward and nips my hip bone.
I make a small startled noise.
His fingers easily push the lace aside and slide along the edges of my folds. "Mmmm... You're right Tony. She does like being told what to do. She's already wet."
I flush in embarrassment.
